When I picture Jesus viewing my heart, I want to pull his arm to the more beautiful engaging and colorful flowers of my garden. But in His sweet tenderness, He leads me back to this ignored and pushed away area.
Continue readingWhen I picture Jesus viewing my heart, I want to pull his arm to the more beautiful engaging and colorful flowers of my garden. But in His sweet tenderness, He leads me back to this ignored and pushed away area.
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